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Storm was in the common room when it hit the news. "Jones," she called to a teenage boy with glasses. "Turn it up."

"The massacre," the reporter said, "happened over an hour ago near the New York city mall. Over a dozen bodies of, what appear to be, mutants, have been found slaughtered. Right now, it is unknown whether these mutants have families, or even homes..."

Storm turned away from the screen and left the room. It had been almost an hour since Logan had left with Hawk and Rogue. She hoped that they weren't in the massacre. She suddenly heard the sound of a car pulling into the garage. She walked over to the carriage house- the garage- and walked in to see Hawk, Rogue and Logan get out of the car that Rogue was driving. "Oh, thank goodness you're back," Storm said, relieved.

Hawk whispered something to Rogue, and Rogue passed her something from Logan- she saw it through the gaps between their arms- that Hawk slipped somewhere- probably a secret pocket on the inside of her jacket. "What's that?" Storm asked.

"What's what?"

"That thing that you don't want me to see."

"Um... look, Orlando Bloom!"

Storm wasn't going for it.

"Hawk, what is it?"

"Oh, you mean Isis' new ball?"

"Hawk..."

"I think I see Phoebe with your ruby."

"I don't think it's Phoebe, Hawk," Rogue said.

Storm turned, only to see no one there. She turned back, to see Rogue and Hawk shift slightly. She wasn't going to get them to talk. "What's wrong, Storm?" Logan asked, referring to why she was so relieved earlier.

"Did you hear about the massacre?"

"Yeah, we heard about it over the radio."

"It must've been awful," Rogue said, as they walked inside.

"The question is," Hawk said. "Who would kill mutants that live in the sewers?"

"Could it be, Magneto?" Logan asked when they reached Storm's office.

"Unlikely," Hawk said dismissively. "You guys haven't heard anything about him since Alcatraz. Why would he turn up now?"

"Hawk, we can't rule anything out," Storm said, before turning to Logan. "But, we are also not jumping to conclusions."

Rogue and Hawk giggled. There was the sound of Isis barking in one of the common rooms near the front door. "That's weird," Hawk said as she left the office for the common room to see what all the commotion was about. "What on earth is going on that would make Isis bark?"

When they reached the common room, they saw Remy Etienne LeBeau- Gambit- in there, with his hands up, and trying to get Isis to be quiet and calm down. "Isis, stand down," Hawk ordered. The wolf obeyed, but still snarled at him as she walked over to stand by Hawk. "Isis," Hawk said warningly. Isis stopped. "Sorry about that, Remy. I don't know what made her do that."

"That's okay, cherie," Remy replied. "Remy's alright. No harm, no foul." Remy was a Cajun from Louisiana french quarter. His power was molecular acceleration, which allowed him to kinetically charge objects to the point where they explode. His favorite object being his cards- hence his code name. She always made sure to keep her 'Lady Star Wars' cards that she got at the Celebration V Star Wars convention. He was placed on Logan's team when they were in the Danger Room sessions.

"Where've you been, Swamp Rat?" Rogue asked.

"Out 'n about."

Hawk was almost enticed to believe him... until she saw the blood on his sleeve. "Remy, you're bleeding."

Remy looked down at his arm, and covered it up with his hand. "It's alright, mon amei. It's jus' a scratch." As he started to walk toward them to leave, Hawk had to cover her nose to keep herself from vomiting. "Ugh!" Hawk said, when Remy was out of earshot. "I see why you call him 'Swamp Rat'. Gross."

"Usually you only smell his sweat," Rogue agreed.

"Alright, girls," Storm said. "That's enough." She created a breeze to carry away the stench. Hawk uncovered her nose, then looked up to where the breeze was coming from. The window in the common room was open. Then she remembered Remy standing right in front of the window when they all came to the room to see why Isis was barking. Why would he use the window, when he could just use the front door?

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That night, Remy crept out of his room and went downstairs. Hawk followed not a moment afterward. However, instead of following him directly, she used her well-known air vents to spy on him. Remy pulled out a phone and dialed a number. "Hello," he said. "It's done... am ah now free? Wait, you said dat after ah kill- No, Remy don't want anymore to do with this. Fine. Ah'll take care of it- Sabretooth? But..." he sighed. "Alright, alright, ah'll take care of it." There was a pause, then Remy hung up and sighed. "Remy in deep. With no way out."

Hawk watched it all from the vent she was hiding behind. What on earth has Remy gotten into that could make him kill? And who was that on the phone? She would love to get inside that little mind of his, but thanks to his static interference that was constantly in his body that allowed him to charge everything, blocked all telepaths out of his mind. There was also one more question, why was Remy so afraid of this other person and why didn't he tell anyone about it?





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